H is for Horace
Thanks to charisstoma for the name
H is for Horace
Horace loved his sister. He even loved having her as his booster. But, on days like today, he wished that his brother was his booster instead, even though his brother's power didn't match and his brother was a bit of an asshole. Neither of those really mattered on days like today.
The problem was that pain came through the bond even when nothing else could. His sister, even doped up on caffeine, sugar, chocolate and pain killers, even passed out asleep, radiated pain.
He knew there were other men who were bonded to females, whether they be the user or booster side. He knew he wasn't the only man who had to go through the mood swings, exhaustion, and PAIN every month. Not to mention the icky feeling of something leaking out of you where it shouldn't. Knowing that did not make this time of the month any easier to bear.
Horace could feel his sister start to wake. The headache seemed to have eased but there was still the all-over ache and sore muscles. So far, Horace was lucky and the cramps were barely noticeable.
Horace walked into his sister's room quietly. He gently shook her shoulder and when she seemed aware enough, handed her a glass of hot chocolate and a couple more pain killers.
“Rest sis. We're not on assignment for the rest of the week.” Horace let his sister see his smile, “We're lucky that the boss is bonded to a girl as well. I told him what was going on and all he did was hand over the hot chocolate mix and tell us to take it easy.”
“Sorry Horry, I know how much this must suck for you.”
“Hey Sher, you know as well as I that I don't mind. After all, the ladies love the fact that I always have chocolate on me and that I really do know exactly what they are going through. That fact gets me more dates than having Power does.”
Sheryl snickered and pushed the now empty glass at her brother, “Love you even though you are a loser.”
“Love you too.” Horace replied back, “Even if you are a girl who does icky girl things to me every month.”
Horace was happy that Sheryl was quietly laughing as she sunk back down on the bed and pulled the covers over her. Hopefully tomorrow would be a better day and the cramps would stay mild instead of must-rip-out-my-non-existent-uterus this month.
H is for Horace
Horace loved his sister. He even loved having her as his booster. But, on days like today, he wished that his brother was his booster instead, even though his brother's power didn't match and his brother was a bit of an asshole. Neither of those really mattered on days like today.
The problem was that pain came through the bond even when nothing else could. His sister, even doped up on caffeine, sugar, chocolate and pain killers, even passed out asleep, radiated pain.
He knew there were other men who were bonded to females, whether they be the user or booster side. He knew he wasn't the only man who had to go through the mood swings, exhaustion, and PAIN every month. Not to mention the icky feeling of something leaking out of you where it shouldn't. Knowing that did not make this time of the month any easier to bear.
Horace could feel his sister start to wake. The headache seemed to have eased but there was still the all-over ache and sore muscles. So far, Horace was lucky and the cramps were barely noticeable.
Horace walked into his sister's room quietly. He gently shook her shoulder and when she seemed aware enough, handed her a glass of hot chocolate and a couple more pain killers.
“Rest sis. We're not on assignment for the rest of the week.” Horace let his sister see his smile, “We're lucky that the boss is bonded to a girl as well. I told him what was going on and all he did was hand over the hot chocolate mix and tell us to take it easy.”
“Sorry Horry, I know how much this must suck for you.”
“Hey Sher, you know as well as I that I don't mind. After all, the ladies love the fact that I always have chocolate on me and that I really do know exactly what they are going through. That fact gets me more dates than having Power does.”
Sheryl snickered and pushed the now empty glass at her brother, “Love you even though you are a loser.”
“Love you too.” Horace replied back, “Even if you are a girl who does icky girl things to me every month.”
Horace was happy that Sheryl was quietly laughing as she sunk back down on the bed and pulled the covers over her. Hopefully tomorrow would be a better day and the cramps would stay mild instead of must-rip-out-my-non-existent-uterus this month.